Luyện nghe bài hát My Story

(Verse 1)
Its way past my curfew in an circle
rhyme dispersal, the ones without
and if Pops me, Id get smacked hard
by that branch from my own backyard
cause it was all about and grades with As
hard to juggle as a hiphop slave
skating on pave, or lounging after school with my
tags on the bus, or finding ways to rock a shoe
paying dues no return no concern then
like fat kids in lunch at shows packed in
for rhyme battles with ill punch lines at time
by unknown emcees thinking why arent signed?
then Id up a pen and express
rhymes were but nonetheless were off my chest
some thought I should stop wasting my breath
dent on I put my pen to rest
so whats left but high every day
blunts with vegas, smoking profit away
Cypress Hill on play singing is the way
stoned is the way

(chorus)
And its like that Im ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its like that Im telling ya yo the truth is out my is found
And its that Im telling ya
Thats the way it down, down down
And its that Im telling ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 2)
And mad smoke came the need for entertainment
But Hiphop was now playing some strange hits
clubs gettin closed, cause was tight
folks would rather find some ass.. than that hiphop
and can I em? Im sayin, things were rock bottom
With of few, my head was rarely nodding
So I got in a zone and the dust off my notepad
Arm wrestled with words, with vocab
then wrote, slowly something something
if were harsh the beats had to be bumping
no frontin, right off the bat turned their backs
but many felt the which put my name on the map
and me down my coast , Japan and back
mad from locals cats, like homies at Stacks
with blunts burnt out at the end of its
blazing trails on a path, with new goals
and thats how it went how the plot
they about the story so let it be told

(chorus)
And its like that Im ya
Thats the way it went down, down
And its like that Im ya yo the truth is out my story is found
And its like Im telling ya
the way it went down, down down
And its like that Im ya, yo the truth is out
My is found..

(Verse 3)
Singing one for free and two for mean streaks
the very track that put my past in the streets
Deejays copped doubles to juggle the
using language that managed to let hands speak
To peeps that showed love but not all felt rhyme sayer
Non believers, killing vibes like Cal
Cause of my race or the way I
But still I ran the race placed to the rear
imagine a gook, a youth by truth
kicked out spots at age cause eyes looked glued
struck, forget peaches and cream and such
but it built my biceps and today I up
jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in these
crossed, till herds are left with words that last
and beats that dancers put soul in their movements
Wreckin shop the bay, La back to Brooklyn
Kids scratch temples, scientists fists
Keros on the scene shining through mist
if Im not fueling the flame Im like a puppet
My mouth might move but I sayin nothing
So stay tuned to see how this
peace, sincerely yours, till we meet again
Sayin peace..till we meet
peace